The room was ivory. Hanging from the ceiling was a beautiful chandelier the same colour, made also from stolen teeth. It was shaped like the tentacles of an octopus* - jutting out, delicately but firmly.
To anyone else who entered, the material that made up the room would be considered uncomfortable and probably creepy. Thousands upon thousands of teeth were stacked upon one another to create the cell, the furnishings and decor. Only the whitest of teeth (one could imagine they were almost entirely all baby teeth) were used here. It was both office and a museum.
"What brings you here, Ole?" The woman who owned the toothy domain spoke to her visitor.
"Hello, Tootheye." He spoke in a friendly manner, as was expected because despite their obvious differences they were what humans would consider to be "colleagues".
Tootheye smiled at the use of that name. Despite being the "tooth fairy" and having herself a real name (it was Raton), in her birth realm she was almost always referred to as "tooth eye". It all started when she went to collect a tooth from a child in Mongolia.
In Mongolia, a child inserts a fallen tooth into fat and feeds it to his dog. Although unpleasant to retrieve the tooth from the droppings of a canine, Raton didn't mind because once she entered back into her world the tooth would be as pearly and polished as marble.
Usually dogs are not bothered by the presence of other-worldlies, but this dog was special. Almost as soon as Raton approached it, the dog began to chase her wildly and one thing led to another. Long story short, the dog attacked her face and bit into her eye leaving her with a permanent scar across her iris whenever she was in the human world. Her colleagues found this to be hilarious and thus was born the name.
"I have some news for you. We have managed to find a vampire hunter who is willing to give you a vampire fang after his next kill...." Ole shifted about, then looked Raton deep in the eyes. "For a price. An odd price."
Raton raised her brow. Her tiny golden mouse, Souris, jumped from the table onto her lap, growing five times bigger as he landed. She pet him and with her head beckoned Ole to continue.
"He wants some of your blood." Ole pursed his lips awkwardly.
Raton pushed her pet off and stood up. She crossed her arms, and wiggled her fingers as she paced. After a minute or so, she looked to her friend, "Can't you just place him in a dream and make him think he's received my blood?" Ole shook his head. "I didn't imagine so. Whatever does he want it for? It's not as though fairy blood can be used as a weapon."
"I'm not sure, but he is human so it could be for money. People who do believe in our existence would pay a steep price for real, genuine fairy blood."